We ran for close to 10 minutes to catch him, but we finally did. I stripped him of his camera and clothes while my home boy spit in his ears, nose, and throat while beating him like a heterosexual stepchild with no gallbladder.

It was awesome, until we got tired and stopped beating him. We took a break to catch our breath and the dude got up and ran off while screaming "My mother beats me harder than that when I am a naughty, naughty, naughty boy".

Then Denzel turned to me and said, "Now that he mentions it, I feel like a naughty, naughty boy". I vomited malt liquor in his face.